A/N: OMG :') This is the last installment of my 22(?) chapter story! After this, I'm going to be working full-time on It Started With a Limerick, so those of you reading that, don't fret! I tried to stretch this one out, and it's a tad longer than some of my other chapters, but yeah. Thanks so much to my reviewers; sneezingpanda12345, Archerygirl999, AlienfromZaiphon, SesshyRin3, and Dmhg92. Enjoy!

Epilogue: 15 Years Later

Ding, dong.

A 13-year-old girl with long black hair bounded down the stairs, with a woman in a tight red dress following her with a hairbrush in her hand.

"Anita! Wait!" the older woman yelled.

Anita gave no heed to the words, and pulled open one of the front French doors.

"Miss Hermione! Draco! Come in!" she squealed, ushering the pair in.

'Miss Hermione' stepped inside, her hair curled perfectly into ringlets, followed by Draco, who looked as Malfoyish as possible on this day.

"Hello, Anita. ¿Cómo estás?" asked Hermione.

"Estoy bien, gracias." The girl answered without a hitch. They were in Spain, after all.

"God, I don't know how this girl picks it up so quick. It took me years to master Spanish!" The older woman behind Anita exclaimed. "And I didn't hear even a hello from you two!"

"Gosh, I'm sorry! Hello, Meghana." Hermione answered, a little sarcastically, with a slight bow in her direction.

"That's better, 'Mione. And you?" she shot, this time directed at Draco.

"Oh, what?" he said, confusedly. "Yes, yes, hello."

"I think that's as good as you're going to get, Meg!" Hermione said.

"Oh, I know. I'd been with him for seven years, remember?"

"How could I forget?" Draco inserted, with a great sigh.

"Damn right." Replied Meghana.

"Meg! Anita!" Hermione said, ever the dramatic one.

"Get over it, 'Mione. I'm sure they're all cursing a bit more than that in school. That too, probably in bloody Spanish. Now, if you'll excuse us, I have to get her ready so we can leave."

"You do that, we'll just hang out here." Hermione replied.

"Thanks." Meghana left the room with Anita in tow, the latter clutching a hair ribbon in her left hand.

"I wonder where Blaise is." Hermione said.

"Probably still at work. This Spanish ministry is up until Merlin knows when doing Merlin knows what!" Draco replied.

"Yes, but Anita's competition is in two hours! And it's all the way in New York!"

"Stop worrying, we'll get there, I promise." Draco lightly kissed her cheek.

In about half-an-hour, Anita and Meghana came back down the stairs, both looking stunning.

Anita was wearing a red sleeveless dress with glitter all over it and a skirt that would flare when she twirled. Meghana had the same red dress on, with some bangles, a necklace, and some light makeup.

Hermione gasped. "Anita! You look just as beautiful as your mother! And Meghana! Lookin' good! What do you think, Draco?"

Draco was frowning. "I think Blaise and I are going to have to beat up some boys in high school."

"Draco!" Hermione slapped his arm playfully.

"Don't stop him, 'Mione. I think he's perfectly on target, for once." A deep voice came from the entryway, making the quartet spin around.

"Daddy!" Anita ran to hug the Italian man in the doorway.

"Hello, darling. You ready to beat everyone?"

"Oh hell yes!"

"That's the spirit! Hey Malfoy, 'Mione." He said to the others.

"Hello, Blaise." Said Hermione frowning a little at Anita's language.

"Hey, Zabini." Draco said.

"What am I, chopped liver?" Meghana asked from behind.

"Of course not. Why would I marry chopped liver?" Blaise responded jokingly, and kissed his wife on the forehead.

"Good evening to you too, Blaise." Meghana frowned mockingly, and then said, "The divorce papers are still in the desk drawer, you know. Then you can marry your chopped liver."

"Why would I want to marry food when I can have a beautiful woman of color instead?"

This went on, while Draco and Hermione stood by, Hermione watching them and smiling amusedly, and Draco tapping his foot in impatience. But in the end, it was neither Draco or Hermione, but Anita who stopped the "fight".

"Mum! Dad! My competition is in one hour, and we have to Floo to New York to meet Miss Abby!"

"I'm sure Miss Abby can wait, honey, you're one of her favorite students!" replied Meghana.

"But Maddie can't get there before me!"

"Oh, stop thinking about Maddie."

"But Maddie-"

"Honey, you'll beat Maddie!"

"She beat me last time!"

"Then you'll just have to try harder. Warm up some more. Everyone deserves a chance to win."

"Okay, mum. But can we please leave?"

"Okay, let me get some Floo powder from the kitchen." Meghana turned around and walked into the kitchen, followed by Blaise.

"Hey, Anita." Hermione came up to the younger girl. "Who's Maddie?"

"Maddie is my biggest competition. It used to be Chloe, but now it's Maddie. I beat her a lot of the time, but she beat me last time, and I really don't want to get beat by her, or Miss Abby is going to be disappointed!" the girl said, all in a rush.

"Whoa, whoa, slow down. You'll be fine. You're thirteen. You should know by now that everyone deserves a chance to win."

"Yes, but I'm only in the competitions twice a month, because we live in Spain."

"But you compete here all the time with Miss Alejandra!"

"Yes, but…" she trailed off, not having a good answer for her very well-educated friend.

"Exactly. Now go out there and do your best, and whatever place you make, we'll take you out to Dairy Queen."

"YES! I love that place!"

"Yup! So, let's get your mum and dad, now shall we?"

"No, actually, I think I'll go. What's behind those doors might not be fit for the eyes of sensitive women such as yourselves." Draco interjected, after standing by the whole time watching Hermione talking to Anita.

"Oh, Draco. Just don't be insensitive, all right?"

"Can't promise you anything!"

Hermione groaned, as Draco sauntered up to the double doors to the kitchen.

"Here I go!" he exclaimed, grimacing in anticipation. He flung the doors open with a crash, and then screamed in a high-pitched voice.

His scream was soon joined by two other screams of mortification, and two more of laughter. The whole house was a scream fest! Finally, Draco stopped, and heavy footsteps could be heard stomping up to the doors and slamming the doors in his face.

"Well that was rude." Draco said to the door, mostly for the sake of Hermione and Anita.

"C'mon, let's talk in another room, where ANNOYING BOYS can't hear." Hermione beckoned to Anita to come into a room off to the side.

"Hey, I heard that!" Draco called.

"You were meant to!" Hermione replied in a sing-song voice to him.

Anita giggled, and followed Hermione. She walked in to find Hermione gazing in astonishment at the room. It had looked really small from outside, but inside was a professional ballet rehearsal studio, complete with a viewing balcony with a visible exit onto the second floor.

"This is where I practice for competition." Anita said unnecessarily.

"I can see that." Hermione breathed. "This is really advanced magic! Did your mother do this? Or your father?"

"Dad made it during my first year at Hogwarts. When I got pulled out for my first competition of the season, he showed me."

"I can't imagine how you make it through Hogwarts and do competitive dance at the same time!"

"Oh, I manage. Although, Professor Longbottom sometimes gives me tutoring sessions."

"Longbottom tutors you? You'll fail by fifth year." Draco sauntered in, sneering at the idea of Neville Longbottom tutoring students.

"I only need help in Herbology though. I'm good at other things. Like Potions. It's my favorite subject." Anita answered, a little confused by Draco's attitude towards Neville.

"Oh, Draco, stop." Hermione glared at the blonde. "He's just being a prat, Anita."

"Is he always like this?" Anita asked innocently.

"Yes."

"I can't imagine how you live with him!"

"Anitaaaaaaa! We're supposed to be fellow Slytherins, remember?" Draco whined, frowning at Anita.

"Dracooooooooo! We're supposed to be acting our age, remember?" Anita mimicked, drawing a laugh out of Hermione.

"Learn to respect your elders." Draco said sternly.

"Why aren't you respecting Hermione, then? Isn't she older than you?"

At this point, Hermione was laughing so hard she couldn't breathe, finding the thought of Draco Malfoy fighting with a 13 year old girl who was exactly like him hilarious.

"Welll- uh.. Look at the time! It's time for your competition, we can't be late!"

"We'll be back! I won't forget this! Zabinis never forget."

"You're like elephants, then?" came the irate retort from the former Slytherin.

"Well your last name means bad faith! So I wouldn't be talking!"

This continued on the way out of the door, too. Hermione wasn't surprised. This had been like this ever since Anita could speak. She had a very much developed "Malfoy complex".

She went into the kitchen, and grabbed Blaise and Meghana by the arm to pull them out of the house.

"Wait! Hermione, my purse!" Meghana pushed her heels into the floor to stop from going forward.

"Accio Meghana's purse." Said Hermione emotionlessly, and continued to mercilessly pull the couple out of the house. "We're going to be late if you hold off any longer, Meg."

"I know, we've been here how many times?"

"More than I for sure, but you sure as hell don't act like it. Making out in the kitchen? Really?" said Hermione disbelievingly.

"Well…." Blaise looked sheepish, but Meghana didn't, not quite as much, anyway.

"Whatever, let's go!"

Half an hour later:

"Now please welcome to the stage Anita Zabini, who will be dancing in the Junior Solo Division, with 'Young Love'!" The MC announced, and then stepped off the stage.

Hermione heard the music start, and then Anita stepped out, in the cute red dress, which had been shortened for the purposes of dance. It was a contemporary routine, and Anita was beautiful.

After about three minutes, the girl finished with a grande jete, and sunk into a stretched out position on the stage. Applause rang throughout the auditorium, and Anita exited the stage, grinning widely.

Hermione, Draco, and Blaise stayed in the audience, while Meghana went to the dressing rooms to congratulate her daughter and see what her dance teacher had to say.

Hermione was on her new cell phone, playing a game she adored called Tiny Tower. It put her in charge of a tower, and she really enjoyed that. Draco teased her endlessly, saying that she just wanted to be in charge.

Anyway, Draco and Blaise were chatting, a few seats down from her. The competition was taking an intermission for the judges to complete their work, and their words were practically drowned out unless they were leaning really close to the other's ear.

"Draco?" Blaise asked. "When are you going to marry her? I mean, she's practically your wife. She lives with you, she cooks for you, the only thing she hasn't done is had your child yet!"

"I know." Draco responded tiredly. "But, I want it to stay this way. Yes, I want kids, and yes, I know that we're getting old, but still."

"Draco. You can't stay this way forever. Soon there will be a million me's and they're all going to be begging you to marry her."

Draco took a breath, before thoughtfully responding, "Soon. When everything is perfect."

A/N: I know I thanked reviewers from the last chapter above, BUT, a very very special thanks to my loyal readers from day 1, alwaysaclaw11, SerpentofDarkness, potterhead27, PheonixEye10000, ArcheryGirl999, and mickey-x. You guys really made my day. Sorry if I forgot anyone!

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